Luyện nghe bài hát P

Broke D*ck I'm For A Drug Lord
Okay, welcome to my bar, one um,
The wears it like a Kevlar,
As I my tree medlar south african,
Coughing till theres pains in my abdomen,
I spit negative and just a halogen,
my bridge more of a masculine,
the went,
killing all with a javelin,
snakes i'm raddling,
suit never taddling,
you a 'bunch of squares, Madison,
as far as n*ggers,
b*tch my fathom sick,
on top of talented,
b*tch i'm passionate,
i'm a curse,
call me treacherous chest,
better yet i'll onto the beat like Tetris,
me, forgetfulness,
i am correctioness,
i'll stitch Odd and Future together a leather vest,
you f*cking neck, feather peck, rosseta checks,
i'll put together decks and push for be for less,
I'm out to Sydney, Australia with ted donnelly,
He gets up at security,
the TSA follow me,
tea are the sh*t,
40 by the stones,
I'm fighting for gun to shoot a n*gga in his dome,
your fucking heels,
there's no like home,
back and blast off,
on a tombstone,
ain't a b*tch,
wasn't a 12 bar,
tyler up n*gga?
I count (wolf gang),
(what's man?)
see,
what's wrong with me might be my tourettes see,
I need a vacation all this sh*t got me stressing,
two after the with Sandeski,
me and Sean Kingston went and a couple jet skis,
rolling blunts up,
meanwhile me and Lucas getting up,
you can smell us coming a f*ggot when the hics up,
listening to Commons last album and get up,
to ask him,
when i can get sucked,
You Casey Anthony,
was handling,
dropping her off,
so she could out and dance with me,
in the pantry,
on my trampoline,
learn new chords,
why you re-sampling,
I am I,
spit retardedly,
as retarded of the sound of deaf arguing,
you the future of the kid your daughter's gargling,
me i have the Odd mother f*cking sergeanting,
no im the now my papa didn't give one,
that's why i'm this now,
i'm still to cut throat,
and if another fan for a f*cking photo,
while i'm snacking on my lunchable,
i'm a f*cking like,
when you ask right,
then a mental breakdown,
and to use a crack pipe,
OF will be for,
will be dumb poor,
don't me,
okay be right i'm heading to the gun store,
M16 and 16s,
came out of like your kids wet dream,
what' you old news,
all you really need is to show you,
how we are harder than finding a snicker bar in whole foods,
in a hoodie,
nose bruised and a tooth,
hoping the f*cking security doesn't hold you in custody,
but had a couple of guns with me,
gay step moms,
none' you other can f*ck with me.
(Spanish Dialogue)